paroles de chanson Ambassador - Fase

What the hell
If i′m gonna call you ambassador fase from now on (yeah)
Fase worthy t-dj-k-a
It's my time now
Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh
I got em′
I got em'
I got em'
I got em′
I got em′
I got em'
I got em′
I got em'
I got em′
I got em'
I got em′
I got em'
I got em'
I got em′
I found this joint on you too
Then i call the blues clue
P hit me with the track nigga
It′s my time to eat food
Ain't sellin′ no damn tickets
Ain't going in no audition
So industry mixes
Ain′t subscribing to your youtube
Or paying for a feature
You can pay me
Yea nigga, it's crazy
All i fly is g-4 to the corner store cause I′m lazy
Money in my sight, nigga
Let me watch this cop, niggas'
I know hoes with tight clothes
That fucked around and got niggas'
All i scream is brooklyn
I don′t fuck with purges
No love
Steady lurking
No dough
Always hurting
These niggas′ weak weak, gang is a twist
Well, talk is cheap if you asking me
Fuck around, be open might be a catastrophe
This shit right here nigga, masterpiece
On the classic beat
I think i'm reunited by the cass the idols
Eating all these fucking liars, make a nigga tired
Preaching to a chior
No survivor′s acquired
On the day i aspire
Lay me in a ring of Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Uh-uh uh-uh
I got em'
I got em′
I got em'
I got em′
I got em'
I got em'
Uh-uh uh-uh
I got em′
I got em′
I got em' (yea)
I heard you think that i′m stupid
Youngest nigga to do it
Got em' looking clueless how i orchestrate these movements
Hustling now no problem nigga get ugly for these paper
Felony the fight
Couple lawyer on a data
Never panic like a bitch
Never stay with a twitch
No respect for a snitch
Bitch i rearrange my clique
Yes i think i′m all low
Water is my cargo
I'm on extra muffle till i cap a more see largo
Holla at a player
Blackening the cigar
Beam sharp as a razor
Boy, i pop your potato
Braid in my shoes
I kick it with your leather
Face on with the team
Yea, we all about that paper
I be on my bullshit
Catch him in his white socks
Claim he was a black hawk
Stuck him in the ice box
Shawty see your real club
And she give a real dawg′
Zero-one to total
I call that shit real love
Go
I got em'
I got em'
I got em′
Yeah, yeah
I got em′
I got em'
I got em′
I got em'